Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, the Truckee's waters flow,
the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish ponies grow;
Where the "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers call
It was that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the ranches and to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out mistletoe and shawls,
And candles frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk lovely-the boys looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, stampede,"
And the started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big and high-heeled boots;
He had the that come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, stake your pen!
"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle 'em men.
"Saloot yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'emall hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- Just her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas Ball

Don't tell me cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, when Windy the show,
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta
Oh, Bill, I forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."